Words

Go ahead curse at me!
Call me insulting names!
Because I don't care!
I know far more worst things to say than those words.

Your words my sting
But my words leave unhealing wounds
That keep you awake at night
Crying, you can't not hide from the words that leave scars.
They are always there haunting your peaceful dreams.
As you wake up in a high pitched scream.

Go ahead curse at me!
/Say your slurs to my face/
Call me insulting names!
/I bet I can keep up with your slow pace!/
Because I don't care!
/I can brush the dirt off my shoulders knowing i am invincible/
I know far more worst things to say than those words.
/Try me/.

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